The Song


From refuge to riches

They scaled mountain walls

Followed the rivers old

Rivers gold.


The song of drifting

By tidal wave

By summer and autumn fall

Refugee of war.


She held a child

To her bleeding chest

Heart open wide

Love song cried.


North wind blows

Beckons in whispers low

To a cold place unknown

This is where they go.


The Earth, an unreachable shore.